บท 66: CHAPTER 66

Perhaps this is how Andy managed to do so much each day. A screaming orgasm with a stunning stranger who didn't anticipate my picking up his dry cleaning later was the best way to clear my brain. I was invigorated and fully attentive throughout the department meeting on Monday morning at nine o'clock. 

The other executives and their assistants had finally made it to the new office, and twenty new marketing customers suddenly appeared out of nowhere because of certain things Robert had been working on that had come through. I was buried. The good news is that I didn't have much time to daydream about Andy-shaped voodoo dolls and castration methods.

  I recalled my night with Max, his firm, naked body behind me, my limbs heavy with exquisite tiredness, and his hands fisted in my hair, in between the chaos—walking from one meeting to the next, going to the bathroom, a quiet break after a phone conversation.